The Romantic Life of a Goblin

In their view, Notis was already a very powerful priest. To be able to become the leader of their tribe, she should at least be a big goblin hero.

However, the guy named Allen standing in front of him at this moment is even thinner than himself. Could it be that this guy also possesses mysterious and awe-inspiring witchcraft abilities?

This was the first time Allen saw a named monster other than Notis, and he was quite curious:

"I am the leader of this tribe. Do you want to fight for the position of leader?"

Portuga knew that he could never beat Dontis, but if his opponent was this small goblin, he thought he could give it a try.

Portuga glanced at Notis sharply and said firmly:

"As a tribal leader, you should be a brave and powerful warrior with extraordinary strength! Therefore, we must compete for the position of leader through force, and never rely on those strange and unpredictable witchcraft and magic."

Allen, who was standing by, naturally understood this ancient goblin tradition. He nodded slightly to show his agreement:

"Okay, let's start right away!"

At this moment, Alan did not sense any danger or oppression within the range of the Force. The two self-important Goblins in front of him did not seem to be as powerful as he had imagined.

Portuga and Abra quickly moved together and whispered to each other.

Although they knew nothing about Allen's true background, if they put aside the witchcraft, they secretly thought that perhaps there was still a possibility of winning.

Alan accepted the provocation from the goblins without hesitation, and a thrilling battle for the tribal leader had begun.

In an instant, all the monsters in the nest rushed forward like a tide, forming a huge circle, and emitting deafening shouts and roars one after another.

The new members who had just arrived had not yet experienced Alan's mighty and majestic appearance. They were waving their claws and shouting fiercely.

However, the older members of the tribe with rich experience are full of confidence in Allen. After all, this man is a peerless strong man who once successfully defeated the dreaded big and fierce jackal dragon.

In this noisy atmosphere, only Allen's mother chose to stay because of her worry. Apart from that, only Corolla stood quietly by and watched and cheered.

The other women had no interest in the fight between the goblins. They turned around and left, busy sorting out the various supplies they had just purchased from the city.

At this time, two goblins with special names stepped into the battle circle. They picked up their weapons respectively - an extremely sharp iron axe and a mace covered with sharp thorns, and began to slap their chests hard, while shouting at the top of their lungs, as if trying to boost their morale.

Alan held a long stick that was at the level of his eyebrows, replacing the original double-headed lightsaber.

Alan stared at the two goblins in the center of the field showing off their might with a suspicious look on his face, and doubts arose in his heart.

You know, under the perception of the Force, these two so-called titled monsters hardly caused any ripples, and were even no different from ordinary goblins.

However, it is obvious that these two monsters with unique names can not only pronounce words clearly and accurately, but their way of thinking also seems to be quite normal and orderly, which is completely different from those low-energy goblins who can only recognize ten words at most.

It's really surprising!

Although both are titled monsters, these two guys are completely different from Notis. The gap between them is extremely huge, and they are not on the same level at all.

Allen picked up the iron rod and swung it a few times, then challenged Portuga and Abra in front of him:

"Don't waste time, both of you come at me together!"

Upon hearing this, Portugal and Abra looked at each other at the same time, thinking to themselves: There is actually such a good thing as two against one?

However, as we all know, goblins have never been evil creatures that value fairness.

Since the opponent has made such a provocative request, there is naturally no need to be polite.

Abra became more and more brave and brutal. He let out a ferocious roar, brandished the broken iron axe, and pounced forward with great momentum.

Seeing this, Alan swiftly dodged Abra's attack by moving to the side, and swung the stick in his hand, hitting it hard in the face.

In an instant, Abra's howling stopped abruptly, and his body fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.

Portuga, who was following closely behind, was so frightened that he stopped immediately and hurriedly raised his stick to try to resist.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Alan quickly turned around and hit its calf with the other end of the iron rod.

Portuga lost his balance instantly and rolled to the ground in a mess.

Although it still tried to struggle to get up, Alan's stick had already pressed against its head.

At this moment, Portuga was terrified and immediately shouted loudly:

"We admit defeat, we surrender, we surrender!"

In fact, Allen didn't necessarily want to kill these challengers.

But what puzzled him was that, although they were all monsters with names, the gap in strength between them was far beyond his imagination.

These two goblins are indeed slightly better than ordinary pig-headed men, but that's all.

However, it didn't care much about such a small matter. Since it had surrendered, the affiliation of the tribal leader had been decided again.

Seeing how powerful Alan was, the goblins around him expressed their submission one after another. However, it seemed that these new goblins did not understand the concept of etiquette. Some knelt down, some lay on the ground, some waved their arms around, and some rolled around with their buttocks sticking up. The scene was very chaotic for a while.

Notis drove all the goblins away and asked a few priests to lead them in doing what they needed to do, including those who did the hard labor and those who helped unload the trucks.

Ronelle and Carola, who were watching, also came over. Ronelle was very happy as long as Alan was not injured, and she carefully helped Alan clean the dust off his clothes.

As for Corolla, she was not surprised at Alan's victory. As soon as the two big Goblins picked up their weapons, one could tell what kind of stuff they were. Their level was not even at the Jade level, but only at the Steel level. It would be difficult for them to deal with ordinary ferocious jackals alone.